Friends are like music Sometimes they're sad Sometimes they're lonely And need to be told that they're loved Everyone needs to be loved Friends are
What would they say If we up and ran away From the roaring crowds And the worn out city faces Would they carry on and on When they found out we were
You and me against the world Sometimes it feels like you and me against the world When all the others turn their back and walk away You can count on
Sentimental fellow Sometimes overmellow Writing verses no one plans to do I know I'm no Cole Porter I'm noticeably shorter Do I deserve to have someone